Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I went through a period of really, actively hating the sections of her religion that had encouraged that sort of thinking: Godly enough person = Long, happy life.
Yeah. I think I've mentioned that step-dad's family founded and is very into Christian Science. I have a place where I keep all the vile nasty things I would have said to some of them when his sister got cancer and when LB died.
You can all back away from the crazy lady now.
You aren't crazy; you said so much better what I feel. And you did it without coming across like a completely unhinged, rude, obnoxious bitch. One day perhaps I will learn how.
I don't even do petitional prayer very often because it does feel like magical thinking
Right? God is not a supernatural ATM, God is not my puppet who does my bidding when I pray, I'm not trying to manipulate God into doing what I want. I believe all that, but I still ask, because we can, and I never assume the answer will be yes. In fact, my track record of fervent petitional prayer has been about 85% in the no column, some of which pisses me off more than I can say. And it's cool that I can get angry at God without fear of being zapped by lightning.
And now that I've shared my freaky beliefs, I'm going to Trader Joe's.
I'll shut the hell up henceforth about faith & such.
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Ack! That last line isn't a flounce (or a flounce from only one topic of conversation); I recognize that I am a hothead and I can't discuss certain things about which I feel strongly. I know that makes me a jackass to people I love, so it's better to not engage until I can do so in a neutral way.
I'm not saying believers are pretending, as I tried to clarify above. Believers, you know, believe. I am pretending that my fleur-de-lis necklace and my 2007 LSU hat have anything to do with how the game goes, because I know they don't (Though I totally called the missed field goal and the last interception by the Saints).
Dude, I'm not even sure I believe in God, and I still pray
yep. And when I take the Lord's name in vain really badly (when I am particularly angry, I will sometimes say Jesus Effing Christ! and not effing), I apologize.
I like to say spiritual rather than religious, but I recognize that my conception of spirituality comes from a Christian place.
I have seen religious faith sustain people through troubled times and inspire people to great things. I just happen to be the sort of person who needs to know.
Those aren't mutually exclusive.
In this sense, belief is acceptance of something as true that is unseen and unprovable; knowledge comes from things that can be seen and heard and can be independently verified. You can't design an experiment to prove the existence of god.
In fact, my track record of fervent petitional prayer has been about 85% in the no column, some of which pisses me off more than I can say.
Mine is probably about the same, although looking back I have to admit that some of them really deserved a no, and at least one of the yeses worked out in such a way that I'm fairly certain God was laughing her ass off at me.
You want that? You want just exactly that? REALLY? Well, ohhhh-kay, I think I can contrive to give you exactly what you're asking for, no less and no more, and see how long it makes you happy. ... Yep. Thought so.
Some of the no's, though, have been shitty and heartbreaking.
Oh man, y'all, I just about lost it just now on a conference call when the last item on a long list of client requirements was:
Describe your mythology on Facility outsourcing
The solution I came up with was, in the hour or two before I had to give a talk, I would put on the soundtrack to Merrily We Roll Along and sing along through the entire thing. That show has all kinds of tricky phrasing and rhythms -- there is no way to sing it without thinking about where to breathe. So, by the time I got to class to give the talk, my brain and mouth had gotten into the pattern of working together and phrasing things properly, and it was much easier to talk in front of the class, since getting the breathing right had at least temporarily become sort of automatic.
This is pretty freaking brilliant. Did you come up with it by yourself?
I think the word magic is hella messy, as long as it applies to both Jilli and David Copperfield.
ita, I love you. This just made me smile.
prayer is not pretending to exert control or pretending anything, but more like visiting with a friend/mentor/parent. Sometimes I get what feels like an answer, often not, sometimes I don't even say anything myself and it's more like two old friends hanging out in companionable silence, each puttering around and doing her own thing but happy just to be sharing space.
EXACTLY. It's just that the spirits and ideas that I spend that sort of time with are ... not the same as the ones other people spend that sort of time with.
You can all back away from the crazy lady now.
You're not crazy. Trust me.
I'll shut the hell up henceforth about faith & such.
I wish you wouldn't. As crazymaking as it gets, one thing I really, really love about Buffistas is that we can have the uncomfortable convos. Sometimes, it gets heated and bitchy and RARRGGGH, but even then, it's a dialogue. People do disagree, and sometimes vociferously, but I think there is always a core of "I am trying to listen to what you are trying to say about what you think."
Which, IMHO, is sorely needed in the world.
I don't always participate in religious conversations, or muffaleta convos, or cilatro or whatever...but I always read them. And I always feel like I walk away with new perspectives. Do I agree always? Hell, naw! But I think the more ways we can look at problems always adds to the possible, someday, maybe we-can-get-alongness.